Post by Eric Fortune on Dec 9, 2001 4:51:38 GMT -6
In a far off corner in the Trouble Trax center,a lone shirtless young man is doing situps.All around him other "developmental" wrestlers are going through the routines to help them improve so that they may one day get "the call".The young man is deep in thought as he works on his stomach muscles.
"Why am I here?This isn't my dream,but how do I let down a family who's name is synonymous with wrestling?Hell,the only reason why I agreed to this is to get some attention from my father.He shows more attention to my sisters just because they're in "the biz"."
The young man stands up wiping the heavy sweat from his face and chest with a white towel.He drops the towel to the floor and begins jogging in place.
"But it's only natural that wrestling would be my calling.Growing up and watching Dad,Kenny,and Marcus compete in the old Southern Wrestling Alliance in doctrined in my system that this is what I was meant to do.I have a chance to bring the family name to a worldwide level whereas they were limited to the Southern states.I can see me now taking on Union Jack or Magic in some huge arena on a pay per view level.Or me taking a Sincerely Yours from the Jade Dragon."
He begins sprinting in place.Never seeing the approaching trainer.
"No way,Eric.This isn't me.I got to get out of here."
Eric bends down picks up the towel and comes up face to face with the Trouble Trax trainer.
Eric: Hey,Skip,I'm through.This isn't me.
Skip: (the trainer) What are you talkin' about,Eric?It doesn't matter.Lissen,kid,I got GREAT news.You got "the call".You're goin' to the "show".
"So it begins."
"Why am I here?This isn't my dream,but how do I let down a family who's name is synonymous with wrestling?Hell,the only reason why I agreed to this is to get some attention from my father.He shows more attention to my sisters just because they're in "the biz"."
The young man stands up wiping the heavy sweat from his face and chest with a white towel.He drops the towel to the floor and begins jogging in place.
"But it's only natural that wrestling would be my calling.Growing up and watching Dad,Kenny,and Marcus compete in the old Southern Wrestling Alliance in doctrined in my system that this is what I was meant to do.I have a chance to bring the family name to a worldwide level whereas they were limited to the Southern states.I can see me now taking on Union Jack or Magic in some huge arena on a pay per view level.Or me taking a Sincerely Yours from the Jade Dragon."
He begins sprinting in place.Never seeing the approaching trainer.
"No way,Eric.This isn't me.I got to get out of here."
Eric bends down picks up the towel and comes up face to face with the Trouble Trax trainer.
Eric: Hey,Skip,I'm through.This isn't me.
Skip: (the trainer) What are you talkin' about,Eric?It doesn't matter.Lissen,kid,I got GREAT news.You got "the call".You're goin' to the "show".
"So it begins."
